you stumbled out of the bar, the dimly lit street lights amplifying your unease— a consequence to the excessive amount of alcohol you've consumed. in a brief moment of impulsiveness, you called your bestfriend, vessel, desperately hoping he comes to your rescue.

though he's usually all over the place, he arrived within minutes. as he reached the front of the place, his eyes caught sight of you waiting anxiously on the curb, evidently over-intoxicated.

"get in, come on." he says curtly, though there's obvious concern laced within his tone as he gets out and opens the passenger door.